91. #91: You're sore...
#91: You're sore...
Louis: He props your sore feet into his lap, gently massaging the padding of your heel. When you throw back your head and groan in delight, a cocky smirk rises onto his face. "Am I really that good at massaging feet or are you -- ?" Before he can question any further, you throw a pillow at his face.
Niall: "Here, lean back." You do as you're told, relaxing into his touch as he rubs your lower back first. His slender fingers work their magic up and down your spine, helping your muscles relax. You can't help but to take a snooze when his hands move slower, more soothingly.
Liam: You lay your head in his lap as his fingers rub your legs. He takes more time than necessary before looking down at you and smiling. "Your legs are so smooth." He pecks your lips, complying to massage you a bit longer until you've peacefully fallen asleep.
Zayn: "Stop, that tickles!" you screech, a loud laugh escaping your mouth as you desperately try to wriggle your way out of his hands. "What?" he asks innocently, blinking his long eyelashes before trapping you in his arms again. "I was just rubbing your sides.... Besides, you asked for it." He winks, before tickling you once more.
Harry: "Was it because of last night?" he questions, waggling his eyebrows up and down as you roll your eyes. "No, Harold." "Oh...," he mumbles, somewhat hurt and confused by your answer. "But I thought - " You cut him off, "Can you please just massage my shoulders? Please?"